Chapter 25 #5
“Undress me,” Valeria says, kissing Camila as she eases out of her. The dress hadn’t bothered her, but now that Camila pointed it out, she feels boxed in, and she can’t get it off fast enough.
“Stand up,” Camila says, and Valeria does, facing away from Camila.
Camila plants a kiss on the back of Valeria’s neck—a soft brush of lips, followed by the warmth of Camila’s breath on Valeria’s skin.
Camila’s fingers move up Valeria’s hip until Camila finds the zipper on her side and begins to pull it down slowly. The whisper of it makes Valeria grow hot. Her breath hitches as the fabric falls away.
Camila pulls Valeria closer until her back is pressed tightly against her chest, and Valeria relishes the connection, the thrill spreading through her, intensifying and making her shiver despite the heat radiating from Camila.
A wave of goosebumps erupts across Valeria’s arms, and a low hum of pleasure begins to vibrate deep within her as Camila’s arms wrap around her waist. Camila’s lips find her neck, searing and insistent, nibbling and sucking with a hunger that makes Valeria gasp.
Camila’s hand moves its way up to one of Valeria’s nipples, and Valeria’s breath catches, a gasp caught in her throat.
Her fingers tighten around Camila’s pants; they’re the only thing Valeria can hold on to as her head leans back on Camila, letting the sensations take over.
Her eyes flutter closed as Camila’s thumb brushes against the hardened peak, a featherlight touch that sends a jolt through her, and a low moan rumbles in Valeria’s chest.
“You look so perfect like this.” Camila’s voice is barely audible at all, more breath than voice. It drops even lower. “Face flushed, breath uneven.”
A faint tremor runs through her. “But you can’t see me.”
“I can see you just fine through that mirror,” Camila says.
Valeria slowly opens her eyes to see she’s perfectly positioned in front of the floor-length hallway mirror. Camila gives her a smirk as her fingers move back through Valeria’s curls, again finding the perfect spot that makes Valeria’s mouth gasp.
“I want the first time you come tonight to be like this,” Camila says, kissing Valeria’s shoulder, “Your body pressed against mine, as we both watch you come undone for me. Is that okay?” Camila asks, as she places her fingers between Valeria’s thighs.
Valeria has never watched herself come, and part of her feels self-conscious about it.
Still, when she locks eyes with Camila, the tenderness there, the safety they’ve always provided, melts all the worry, and Valeria nods, her voice seemingly lost somewhere between her racing pulse and Camila’s touch.
“I need you to say it,” Camila murmurs, her words grazing Valeria’s ear like a teasing nip, warm breath trailing down her skin as Camila presses her fingers to Valeria’s core. A sudden heat blooms all over Valeria’s body, and she struggles to swallow as her pulse flutters in her throat.
“Yes,” she finally croaks out.
Camila smiles at her in the mirror, her gaze dark beneath lowered lashes, and her fingers begin to move, slipping through Valeria’s wetness only slightly, enough for pressure to build but not for it to consume her.
Every one of Camila’s movements is slow, working Valeria up to the edge, fingers barely going in until she’s tight and in desperate need of Camila to fill her, but the slow, frustrating rhythm has Valeria completely hooked.
“Please,” Valeria whispers as Camila’s fingers go back to teasing Valeria’s core to the edge.
Camila gently bites Valeria’s shoulder . . . before her fingers move back to her entrance, going deeper than they have since this all started, and Valeria’s mind goes hazy with pleasure.
“Is this what you want?” she murmurs, her voice a velvet tease that curls through the quiet room.
“Yes,” Valeria breathes as Camila’s fingers go deeper, slowly filling her, bringing her to a peak she wants to fall into.
“Fuck baby, you look so fucking sexy,” Camila groans, fingers curling in just the right spot as her other hand moves to her breast. Camila rolls Valeria’s nipple hard between her fingers, making Valeria moan loudly, no control over the volume as every single nerve ending sparks into hypersensitivity.
“Look at yourself, look at how beautiful you look as you come.”
Valeria locks eyes with herself in the mirror; her mouth is slightly parted, her eyes are heavy-lidded, and her chest is rising and falling rapidly. There’s something almost beautiful about being both present and witnessing her desire unfolding.
She holds her gaze, unflinching, feeling a slow heat settle in her bones as Camila smirks, eyes fully blown. Valeria’s chest feels like it’s expanding with heat, and all she can do is hope her legs will hold her through what is about to be the most explosive orgasm of her life.
An intense wave of pleasure washes over Valeria, right as Camila curls her fingers, and a loud, unrestrained moan escapes from who knows where.
Valeria has never made a sound like that before, but she has absolutely no control over it.
She had forgotten sex could be this pleasurable, that it could be this intoxicating.
Thankfully, she doesn’t have too much time to get in her head about it, as Camila says, “I want to watch you do that at least a million times.”
She kisses Valeria’s neck, turning her over, before capturing her lips, sending another painful rush to Valeria’s core.
She’s always been a one-and-done kind of girl, but with the need rushing through her, she thinks she might never get enough, might never get her fill of Camila because her body is vibrating, wanting more, needing more.
Valeria walks Camila back to the couch, sits her down, and climbs onto her lap again. “I need more of you,” Valeria says, kissing Camila hard.
“Take what you need.” Camila already has her hand already at Valeria’s entrance, two fingers sliding in hard, harder than they had before, and Valeria moans.
“Yes,” she says, grinding into Camila’s hand, her legs working her up and down Camila’s fingers, as they thrust deeper into her until Valeria’s pussy aches.
Still, the pleasure is so much sweeter that Valeria keeps grinding harder and harder against Camila’s fingers until she comes completely undone again.
“Fuck,” Camila whispers, “You’re so sexy,” she says, claiming Valeria’s lips again.
Valeria should be exhausted right now. Should want to sleep for the next week after the two intense orgasms she just had, but all she can think of is how Camila has entirely too many clothes on, and how badly she wants to taste her, make her come undone.